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Kassabella her brother Ernie and their family.

Kassa & Ernie stories
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These two dogs are so different, yet so many things they do or did are very similar.
The longer I live with Ernie the more things he does that Kassa did. Perhaps she encourages him.
Kassa Waiting
 I taught her to wait at the top step before I called her to get into the car. One day I was out with a friend and discovered Kass was not in the car. Oh no!!!. I drove back looking along the road for black fur. When I got home she was still sitting on the step waiting for me to call her. She had been there at least 20 minutes, and wasn't too happy with me either.
 
Kassa Out for lunch
She would  sit under my chair  when she came with me if I had coffee with friends.  One day a man  in a cafe broke a peice off his muffin and asked me if he could give her it. Before I could answer Miss greedy had rushed up grabbed the big piece in his hand and eaten the left over food on the table opposite. Then came and looked at me as if to say, 'Well a girl has to eat" and plonked herself back under my chair. The man laughed so hard and said he would pay to see it again.
 
Kassa loved buttons.
One Xmas the Salvation Army band was playing carols outside and one man came to the door to collect money. Kassa loved zips, button, cords and dangly bits.
I left her at the door while I went to get some money. I had been in the middle of  Xmas baking and stopped to get it out of the oven. Next I hear the man yelling "Excuse me Madam". This was also something I said to Kassa as I was about to give her a taste test of baking.
I could hear her feet bouncing on the floor with excitment. He is yelling out again. More excitment from Kassa.
By the time I got to the hall Kassa had pulled him inside by his lovely shiny buttons. His jacket was open and he was trying to hold things together.To add to my embarrrassment  all I could find  was 50c.
As he left I said 'Oh Kassa you naughty girl. If you must drag strange men inside at least make then young and handsome."
I turned around and he was at the door. His collection box was still on the hall table.
 
To this day I wonder how he explained his red face,unbuttoned jacket , slobber on his clothes and why he took so long.
 
 
Mr Grey.
I wanted Kassa to sit on a blanket when she sat on the couch or at someones house, so I bought an old grey army blanket.
 By the time she was about 7 months old she started humping things. Cory would say to her.
"Kassa.. Look Mr Grey is all tidy ,ready and waiting to be loved".
He became Mr Grey. I taught her to put Mr Grey on the couch or where ever and if she wanted to sit on the couch, or peoples knees she would go and get him, and drag him up. she never stopped loving him and sometimes she would give him a good shaking. Cory would say.. "Oh Kass was Mr Grey late home last night. Looks like he is in trouble now. You tell him off." I always laughed.
Mr Grey was a big part of Kassa life, and after she went I slept with Mr Grey until I could no longer smell Kassa.
 
Ernie loved Mr Grey too.But my sweet Ernie chews big holes in things when he loves them. Mr Grey was hiden from him, as he was starting to look worse for wear.
When I was away he got Mr Grey and during a good loving turned him into a giant grey doily.
I was so upset when I saw Mr Grey I cried ., I was very angry at Gary for letting Ernie have him.. The next morning I thought. This is silly. This is what Ernie does. Chews big holes in fabric.
 
Mr Grey now has extra special meaning.
 
photos coming
 

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